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featured poem: Why shed blood for bread? by Morula Wa Kutukgolo

With freedom I walk the streets. With joy My body bouncing like a brand new ball. That suddenly feels flattened as I freeze, Fixing my eyes on the side-street. Packed with petrified Brothers and sisters, Who like demons were driven...

poet profile: 21 Poets and a Poem

“If you see a friend without a smile; give him one of yours.” ~Proverb The performance poetry has been going strong for years now. Well, for a while it seemed to lose it’s steam but these last two years, it...

editorial: A Poem is Never Finished Only Abandoned

A Poem is Never Finished only Abandoned ~Paul Valery a door always open… remember my first time. my first time at a poetry session. a sunday afternoon poetry session hosted by Timbila at a spot called Yard O’ Ale in...

If Black Hair Could Talk by Mbuzobuciko

If Black Hair could talk imagine what words would you hear what First words would it say OOH NO STOP!!!… it’s enough for decades i have obliged and accommodated ABUSE and TORTURE of being Burned Alive by those who don’t...

editorial: Ever been kidnapped by a poet? 2012.01

“ever been kidnapped by a poet” ~Nikki Giovanni, kidnap poem this is the first edition for 2012, in fact, it’s the last edition of 2011. it just didn’t make it and almost never it. dealing with various factors in my...